Post by ghostlight on May 28, 2009 20:37:26 GMT -5
Giddien lay flat in the gutter on the opposite side of the road, his arms crossed over his head; "God damn it switch to decafe would ya" his voice was the perfect image of calm as he slowly stood. He had almost missed it in the flares light a sudden jerk, but that’s all it took the strangers arm had jerked and his already spring wound body had reacted.
"I guess that was my fault." there was no surprise in his voice no anger. He holstered his gun in the leg rig and slid the knife into its sheath at his chest. “Decafe...I miss coffee...anyway the name is Giddien Deshane and you are?” his voice carried well he didn’t have to raise his it much. He started brushing himself off as if nothing had happened, still watching this obviously jumpy live body.
“You’re a live body, that much I can see, unless the natives really are learning that is.”
"I guess that was my fault." there was no surprise in his voice no anger. He holstered his gun in the leg rig and slid the knife into its sheath at his chest. “Decafe...I miss coffee...anyway the name is Giddien Deshane and you are?” his voice carried well he didn’t have to raise his it much. He started brushing himself off as if nothing had happened, still watching this obviously jumpy live body.
“You’re a live body, that much I can see, unless the natives really are learning that is.”